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"Oh, and by the way, you can quote me on this, if you like."

Don't let animals free

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"Oh, in Hong Kong you shouldn't let pets run free when you're tired of them. You know... birds collide with airplanes *bam*, fish die in the dirty harbour *glug glug glug*, turtles find nothing to eat and are found trapped in plastic bags... Oh, and on country roads, sometimes you run into cows. Bang. And there are those little animals... like deer, but not really deer... more like a rabbit... or relatives of deer... sometimes they get lost, and then are found scared on hillside roads, with a steep hill on one side, and a cliff on the other, and they cannot escape. Then people call the police, the police call the firefighters, and they round up the little critter and try to catch it. But unfortunately, it is known that they have very weak hearts, so when they are scared, their hearts go bum bum bum bummbummbumm BUMM BUMM and then BANG and they are dead. It's so sad. And it has already happened two or three times."

Okay, update (half a day later):
I mixed up all the stories.
Actually, the police and firefighters stuff is about the cows. And it's those cows that get trapped on the slope.
And those rabbit-like deer get lost in residential areas. And when they are chased, they die of exhaustion.
Oh, that poor little thing with weak heart is called "Barking deer".
So alles klar?

The issue is... Art

Today seems to be a good day for my blog.

Okay, for me (for the working part of me) as well, since today, finally, after many weeks of fruitless toiling, I managed to get my NDI Polaris 3D infrared localizer camera to track marked tools. This is a great step towards a new era in the RONAF project!

Back to the issue. The issue is... Art.
Yesterday saw me working on a major (in terms of size) piece of art, namely a pop-art nude painting. Although my place (i.e. HA5) is large, it is not large enough anymore to house this painting, therefore I hung it up in my office in GSP.





Oh, and while I'm at it, I document another poster in our office - it is not actually originally ours, but indeed we stole an ad from HVB or something (a bank) and modified it slightly - to be more socio-economically compatible with the critial view of one of our colleagues.

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Nachtrag 10.06.2005
(The following is stolen from Michel's blog, to be found at his blog):
Philipp hat an den vergangenen Abenden klammheimlich zu Hause ein Gemälde erstellt, das man als moderne Kunst bezeichnen könnte. Nach dem Essen holten wir zu zweit das riesige Bild aus dem Kofferraum von Smørebrød. Da an der Wand über Philipps Schreibtisch nicht mehr genug Platz war, hängten wir es über meinen Arbeitsplatz.
Stefan, Dabbeliu, Tekkno, Tun und ich rätselten herum, was auf dem Gemälde zu sehen ist. Es schien ein Aktfoto zu sein, wenngleich man einiges an Fantasie benötigte um einzelne Körperteile auszumachen. Björns Kommentar war der banausigste von allen: Björn, im Vorübergehen einen kurzen Blick in unser Büro werfend, in leicht verächtlichem Tonfall: "Was soll das denn sein?"

For Godot

Today, I passed by a whole group of last year's teaching student girls on the corridor of GSP.

g_1: "What are you waiting for?"
g_2: "Well, personally, I am waiting for better times."

House of Flying Squirrels

Hello Everybody.

Since I treat this blog as a kind of personal memory, too, I want to introduce you to some little tree hugging companions I have at HA5 (where I use to live).



This is a picture of the darker of the two(?) squirrels that are living next to my place, you might also call them neighbors, or gai fong, whatever you like.

They tend to show up in the mornings, when the inhabitants of HA5 sit down for breakfast, and scurry around in the tree next door. See this movie (watch out, it's 18MB large - BTW, and OT, for a discussion of Mega- and Mebibytes see here).

Quite often, I have feared that they have been driven away. Either by the downstairs neighbors' dog, or the dumb Hausmeister's pigeon poison, or the building works next door... but no. They have faithfully stayed around. I admire them for their steadfastness. They do something else every day; looking for food on the farthest branches in winter, flying around in the twigs in spring, chasing each other, building nests in all kinds of different places that get abandoned soon after, etc. etc.

However, they always show up again in the end. In contrast to my own life, theirs is something I could not do anything about - they are free. How do I compare to a squirrel?